I hear so many say they have regrets
How they should have travelled more
Done something differently
Not done something
Did more
Less

I hear so many regret aspects of their lives
How willingly they would be to change them
For better
Or worse
Who really knows
Their regrets hold an irony however.

If not for the choices they made then
How could they be so sure
That the person positioned there
Regretful of their entire life,
Would be there now?
You are the person you build yourself to be.

I'm thankful for the person I am now
For there is no wrong choice in the end
The regret that fuels the illusion
Of what you could have been
Is a silly concept to entertain
I am who I am and I'd want it no other way.

This piece is a testament to that.

The swelling that starts
From behind your eyes
You've been hit by something
Touched

Sometimes it catches you off guard
Before the emotion metabolizes
Your vision gets blurry
A tear rolls down your cheek

Your nose runs and the waves keep coming
We cry when we have no words to speak
No actions to take
We cry and wail
Because all other options are gone

For me,
The most beautiful women
Are the ones who reveal the least.
They are mysteries,
Leaving much to the imagination.

Dreams provide a glimpse of who we are.
Within that pocket of reality,
In that dilation of time,
We are trapped with nobody,
But ourselves.
Where no one can judge us
Where no one can do us harm
Dreams are where we are truly free